#missing zero

“I didn’t know they were going to put us in the pilot!

Someone posted the clip (where Viv gets hit by the bus) and I thought it was something they animated out of spite, so I blocked them.

Then someone else posted it, and then someone else, and then I realized it was part of the episode!

I held my hand up to my TV and even his skin color was accurate.

Honored to be in an animation, and in the pilot no less.

Glad they didn’t kill me off!”

Ok, no one is aloud to remind him Brandon Ragers has already died.

He forgot why he was mad at Via in Seeing Stars, so we just leave that be ok lol.

perched on its crossbar of wood the crow chokes on a vowel waiting the same as every day for a sight it never did see before biding time till a new day breaks while all the time growing weary from nothing different to report other than the somber croak it…

there is no poetry coursing through my veins when I first stare at the blank page the grip of inspiration yet to take a hold of me and that time come when I should feel again like a wolf ensnared in a steel trap for instead at first I taste the familiar…

continental drift creates a consciousness shift where nations are formed along geographical borders the human species disperses like an implosion in reverse all corners crammed with our shared dna but then out come the sums of long embittered division sour…

All initiation calls for a sacrifice the bloodier and more brutal the better the subincision of the penis or the knocking out of the two front teeth if survived, would guarantee one’s acceptance as an adult worthy of the name. However, in our modern world…

“love it, leave it and love it some more…” implores the torch-song singer singing her song of old world heartache this siren of a faded bakelite age her grip on the microphone like she’s got a fistful of her dirty lover’s spine the band on their break leav…

I’ve been crying out and searching for your ghost all these twenty-five years or more along dead-end streets with changed names and the outpouring of sorrow it did elicit to remind others of your fate has made me carry a pariah’s shame every step of the…

a homily come late in the season to edify the wavering in Spirit is needed in this backwater town there is a dust that sticks to the skin just from walking around in the sun a relentless sun that refuses to winter I have heard the bells call wayward souls…